Monday, April 9, 2012
One Last Time
you see them
and know
it is the last time
your words will
reach for and
touch the intangible
bridging the space
between word and
idea for a
moment longer than breath
as the image recedes
you share origins
in the space
widening between you
and know it
will never be the same
after a shudder
ran through you
as you gazed
through mist
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Beautiful poem!
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